The swelling is almost completely gone from my left ankle and I'm mostly walking without a brace, which is especially great because it's rough wearing braces or orthopedic boots in weather this hot.
I had a nice July 4th, though it figures that the one year I don't go to the roof of Rentar Plaza to see the Macy's fireworks show is the one year where they actually do have amazing new fireworks to display. I caught the end of that show later on TV. I did end up watching part of a fireworks display in one of the most Queens way possible: parked in my car on a deserted street between a graveyard and an industrial warehouse and looking off over the graveyard to see the fireworks going off near a factory. I had a great view.
Also a rather Queens way to see fireworks: a few blocks from my house as I was driving around looking for a parking space that night local guys were setting off trays of illegal fireworks and asked me to stop my car since they'd just lit the fuse. I was fine with that, especially since I got to see some cool fireworks up close. A minute after that I heard a very classic Italian-style Queens accent yell out, "The Five-Oh! The Five-Oh!" and everyone picked things up and scattered.
In all my talk of the recent acceleration of old NYC being torn down or disappearing because it can't afford the rent, I didn't even consider or worry for a moment about a favorite store that had always just... been there, Strawberry at Lexington Avenue and 42nd Street. I was naive, because now it's long gone. The bit I could see through the window was stripped down to bare white wall, and I have no idea what the massive back section looks like. I say this because this Strawberry was far larger on the inside than it appeared from the outside. Between that and its arrangement, decor, and stained glass
(of trees and flowers), I long joked that it was actually a TARDIS. You can get some small idea of what the interior looked like from this 2007 entry
. The photos don't really give you a look at the circular ceiling sections painted to look like sky. This was a discount clothing store!
And now it's gone. I hope the stained glass panels found a nice home but I doubt it.
(There are other photos in the entry, and if anyone looking at them is saddened by the shots of grimy decrepit sculpture, click on the "i. miller building" tag at the bottom of the entry to see the recent beautiful restoration.)
Between my limping laptop and the lack of fan conversation, I haven't been going online every single night. I never realized before how much of my participation in fandom required nightly live conversations to be worth it to me. It doesn't help that it's summer and thus quieter than usual.
Several years after I wrote that arc, I've discovered that "Doppelgänger I love you" by Zeromancer is a great song for the Austria section of "Glass Houses." I still think about this stuff.